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letra de cha-cha - jp

(chorus)
who you f-cking with? who you touchin on?
talk to this muf-kkin glizzy that i be clutching on
its finna put you on, to the hospital bed
since you thinkin you so tough, how you bout it and you dead
pass this sh-t to p you know that they can’t f-ck with me
i’m really blowing on some tree and rollin off the brandy
i be high off my mind, so drunk i can’t think
rolling up backwoods smoking harder than you ever did n-gga!
(verse)
d-mn he really gassed me, the stupid n-gga out here kicking dirt up on my family
n-gga not my family, but since you done f-cked up plan a i guess this is the plan b
big chops and barettas up em on you the sh-t hit dandy
how the f-ck he talkin bout me crazy?
like i wasn’t out there grinding trynna make make a f-cking mill, and lately!
when n-ggas see me in pеrson the energy ain’t brazy!
but swеar that when i’m not there yall all woofin b-tch n-ggas!
grab the 40 put it to his jaw
slice him like a chainsaw
shoot the n-gga head till it explodes and watch his brains fall
daviontae gone finesse the beat
producer got robbed
among one of the northside n-ggas that you cannot cross
b-tch i’m hot like hot sauce
onomatopoeia gun it hit you and say bow! bow!
n-gga you are my child
imma let you go wild
while i sit and smoke loud
got me over here really talkin bout some ouuu child
you acting a fool child
this sh-t isn’t cool child
imma get real cruel, i’ll pull up with the tool wild
sh-t that imma do
and you ain’t f-cking with me
well i ain’t f-cking with you
daviontae inna mix b-tch!
(chorus)
who you f-cking with? who you touchin on?
talk to this muf-kkin glizzy that i be clutching on
its finna put you on, to the hospital bed
since you thinkin you so tough, how you bout it and you dead
pass this sh-t to p you know that they can’t f-ck with me
i’m really blowing on some tree and rollin off the brandy
i be high off my mind, so drunk i can’t think
rolling up backwoods smoking harder than you ever did n-gga!
(verse 2)
aye, b-tch i been on they block tho, serve a n-gga a paint like im pablo picasso
me and my n-ggas bout our guap yeah we really bout nachos. showin that pole on the net knowing d-mn well that’s not yours
sipping wock too the face, cause a young n-gga hard though. nnp till the death, dumb n-gga i cannot fold
locked and load with this drac, get low like it’s my show. like the way that i move, got me feeling like pop smoke
never be got, i hit my moves, got me hitting my dance though. we got chops, we got glocks, god it look like a gun show
shake that ass lil baby gone ahead do yo dance tho. we did this sh-t on our own like “what the f-ck is a big homie?”
we did this sh-t on our own like “what the f-ck is a big homie?”
the bro showed me the same thing, like what’s the point of a big homie
aye! two things, up in the streets you gotta keep your heat
you also gotta watch what you say before a n-gga speak
closed mouth don’t get feed, a n-gga gotta eat
and imma push this nnp sh-t, till i rest in peace
lil bro trynna cop him a stick, he said “f-ck a beam”
she started rubbing all on the glock, and started sucking me
lil b-tch h-lla cute on her knees the pretty lil freak
blew her back out now i got her fiending for the meat
n-ggas love talkin on the net i swear these n-ggas weak
i’m in the north, really too the bag, i’m really bout my cheese
cause one call will get a n-gga gone i’m talking about deceased
and everytime i hop on the track i gotta k!ll the beat
this n-gga tried to say my music wack, like “n-gga who is he?”
thunz rolling gas in the wood, i swear that sh-t is stink
alot of n-ggas wanna see me down, but a n-gga gone make it
how the f-ck you finna call me bro but you finna fake it?
i said how the f-ck you finna call me bro but you finna fake it?
b-tch i was really in the north really in the making
(chorus)
who you f-cking with? who you touchin on?
talk to this muf-kkin glizzy that i be clutching on
its finna put you on, to the hospital bed
since you thinkin you so tough, how you bout it and you dead
pass this sh-t to p you know that they can’t f-ck with me
i’m really blowing on some tree and rollin off the brandy
i be high off my mind, so drunk i can’t think
rolling up backwoods smoking harder than you ever did n-gga!

- jp

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